Friday, 26 June 2015

I did more walking than sleeping, I'm sure of it

yum yum yum
I've never spent so much time in Shoreditch. But despite the heat and the amount of walking I did, I must say: time well spent. Before browsing the vintage shops yesterday, I got an invitation to the opening of a new  Pret A Manger just down the road from Bricklane for a free breakfast! The night, well, morning before I had stayed up until 3.30am watching Orange Is the New Black so it was kinda hard convincing my sleep-deprived-self after four hours of sleep whether it is worth my time traipsing back up to Shoreditch just for free breakfast. But the trio, me, Cleo and Alicja did go back up and it was wonderful. Pret has never disappointed in the past, so I knew to expect amazingness. As long as we had the invite we got to choose one food item and one drink item. So I enjoyed a ham cheese and bacon hot breakfast roll on fresh bread with a latte. I don't think I had ever tried a latte until then (I'm more of a tea or mocha person lol) but it was mighty fresh and to be quite honest probably the beverage that kept me going for the whole day because at midday (yes, midday. How had so much happened already??) I was meant to be meeting my pals Oyinda and Suu-ki to go to the Tate Modern.

Me enjoying my latte

Cleo posing with the light and her new trouser-dungarees

Alicja laughing with her purple hair like a mermaid

I love the Tate Modern. The minimalism, cubism and all sorts! I saw my first Picasso in the flesh which is very exciting!!! I didn't know how I had missed it because I had been to the Tate Modern before but then I realised the last time I was in an art gallery was to stress out over my art sketchbook for my exam at school. Well that's dead and gone now...
But yeah, beautiful as always! There was this dark, dark, dark, dark (okay you get the gist) room. You could literally be dragged to the depths of god-knows-where or be murdered without anyone knowing in there, it was so creepy. Obviously it was part of the collection and after moments of pitch black, images and noises started appearing on the screen. It was cool, but creepy. I didn't take a photograph because I had watched Insidious 3 a couple of days ago so I was trying really hard not to scare myself which takes A LOT of concentrating. Just imagine a square of black.

I keep forgetting that this isn't just some ordinary mirror selfie. We were the art. On the description it said: "People walk past, seeing your reflection from afar. From that moment your role as a spectator changes into the subject, acting as the frame and the canvas. The frame contains and limits its reach, while the canvas adapts and absorbs, creating an ever-changing image. That's why this work is genius - art and reality are one."

I had such a good time but man it was hot and I was wearing quite a think long-sleeved cardi and a bloody kilt. So yeah, that hindered my enjoyment juuust a tiny bit. Nevertheless this is how summer is meant to be. This particular summer anyway. Who cares if you had four hours sleep and was on your feet since 7.30am? It is so much better than spending all my time at home with the curtains closed, watching TV, going on the computer, reading, constantly flicking between instagram and snapchat. As common as that is, it gets boring. It's fun being on your feet, getting some fresh air. Doing beautiful things like going for breakfast in the morning and walking around art galleries with your mates just reminds you how simple and wonderful life is...when you're on holiday of course. You've got to make the most of your situation.

Afterwards, we stumbled across this guy by Southbank who was doing this thing where we gave him a title and he would write a poem or a short piece about it and then we'd pay what we could. Creative right? At first, I asked him to write a poem about the name Zoe. Boring I know. He said it was quite difficult to do that since he did not know the person. So, stuck in an awkward situation, trying to come up with something interesting to offer, he saw the ROKIT bag I was carrying with me and said something like "hey why don't I write about old clothes" since ROKIT is vintage. And he came up with a cute short piece titled "Old Clothes." I say cute because I don't really understand what it means, but I do at the same time. I didn't post what it actually says because I didn't get his name and I don't want his words to be stolen. But anyways, it was a nice idea. I hope he becomes a famous writer one day.

Hope you enjoyed this post nearly as much as I enjoyed this day! ~PEACE OUT and see you in another post! xx~

Thursday, 25 June 2015

I love when there are bricks on lanes

Yesterday was greeaaat I finally feel like summer is starting??? Yesterday I went to Bricklane with my sister and my friend Alicja. It was bound to happen at any point during this holiday and judging the never failing atmosphere of early vintage shoppers and the smell of vintage clothes (which I found out some people do not find as pleasing as me!) it's hard not to imagine spending miles more time (and money) there over the next two months I am off.

Alicja dyed her hair purple!!

we're almost never ready for photos

meet cleo my twin sister

I had an aim when coming to Bricklane. I had planned it all out before exams had even started. That aim was a denim button down skirt. At first my sister and I had browsed Beyond Retro online, picking out all the clothes and shoes we liked. So the first thing I wanted to do was zoom to that shop to see if they were in hold of a nice little denim number. They did have a nice collection of them, I tried on a midi which did not have buttons down the middle but had a nice pocket shape (which is very important to me ahah). However before that we went to ROKIT and I discovered a beautiful button down, much shorter than the one from Beyond Retro. I ended up choosing it over the longer one because of the buttons and the way it sort of hugged at the waist but nicely fitted across the hips. When I saw it I didn't buy it straight away of course because you know what happens: you spend all your money on the first shop you go to then you end up seeing bargains everywhere else! But I guess my clothes-hiding skills are getting better because I subtly put it back on it's rack and pushed it slightly to the back on its hanger so it wouldn't be seen as well. When I came back it was still there. I think it was meant to be!

I also went to Porcelain & Red and got the most amazing bargain on a real checkered skirt/kilt. It was the real deal and guess what...only £5! To be honest as soon as I found it I knew I would be coming back to buy it, it just seemed too good an opportunity to miss. What also made my short time there enjoyable was the fact that one of the owners of the shop brought their beautiful pug! It was just lying on the floor by the door in its beautiful bundle of cuteness!


We also browsed one of my ultimate favourite shops in Bricklane; the Vintage Basement. That shop will forever have a special place in my heart because for my sister and I's 14th birthday we got some money and my aim back then was to finally buy a nice, big denim jacket. So our older sisters took us to Bricklane and from then on I have always been in love. I had, at last, entered the world of "coolness" in my perspective. I got a beautiful denim Levi jacket on sale from 30 pounds or so to £14.90! Such a bargain. As a bonus, it wasn't just a normal plain jacket. It had a large yellow, gold and green pattern of an eagle on the back. Before that day, the me I knew would be too nervous to buy a jacket that loud and cool. I never thought I could actually own something so pretty and quirky. But now it sits in my wardrobe like it owns the place. So Vintage Basement, I thank you. I didn't end up buying anything but I just loved looking around. It was funny, we came quite early so it wasn't open at first, but as soon as we stepped out of Porcelain & Red, a man was just opening it up!

As well as taking multiple photographs (as teenage girls do) and going to other shops like BLITZ (where I tried on the most amazing vintage dress) we stopped off for frozen yogurt and a milkshake and fries. Muah! My time at Bricklane is always well spent and I cannot wait to go back!

~PEACE OUT guys and see you in the next post! xx~

Monday, 8 June 2015

what an anti-climax

I just finished my maths GCSE today.
No more maths for the rest of my life. I thought I'd be really ecstatic, that I'd feel this wholesome rush of excitement and euphoria, but I feel nothing. Literally since primary school, maths has been the shitty subject, the subject that I would just sail through weirdly. It was only until the middle of secondary school that I even thought of the possibility that I could actually exceed in the subject. It always seemed impossible but over the years it just got easier. I always knew what to expect. I managed to stay afloat in the boat of not being terrible at maths, but not being amazing at it either. And now I've come to the point where I don't have to learn it anymore. It's been this huge rush of expectations and aspirations and it all led up to this moment. And of course, I feel nothing. If anything I almost feel upset. I haven't been stressed out about it at all and because I'd been so focused on other stuff, I've erased any feeling of joy at the thought of finishing maths. I just want it to carry on. I want to simplify and expand equations and work out the area of a circle. It was actually fun. I'm not even joking, maths was so fun. Now I'm sitting in front of a computer screen writing about how neutral I am when I should be videoing myself crying with happiness on snapchat like I promised I would ages ago. What an anti-climax this has been.

I went around my house and took some pictures which were all looking sad and grey because that's how I felt. Enjoy. Or not.